Twy and Twy again!

It was a while since we'd played in Tiverton, and we were up for a Friday night party. Spring was in the air and with our sap rising, we took to the stage.

Tiverton's legendary Friday night effervescence took a little longer to come to conjure up than on our last visit, but effervesce it did.

We partied through the first half, went mildly ballistic at the start of the second and excited ourselves to a bit of a crisis point during a raging Personal Jesus. Having come to a head like a proverbial spent cask, we realised we had maybe been a little premature as we still had a good half hour to play. Oops. Cue apologies and man size Kleenex.

We pulled a few surprises out of the bag, but found that a Springsteen ballad and  a couple of psychedelic wig outs weren't quite what the doctor ordered. Ever the professionals, we managed to rally round for the big finish and encores, and leave on a high.

The kind of high that made the more refreshed elements of our audience climb repeatedly into the 'Tonemobile chanting 'We don't want sex, you know'.

Jobs a good 'un. Cross your legs, Tivvy! We'll be back!

Love ya! X